Worlds
may find the strength to change, but the woman always remains the same. From my
eager expectations, down to the fiery memories, even in this narrative now, she
is there chiseled from each and every one of her, forming a singularity – a deep
endless well of me.
Moving
subversive as my psychotropic substance. Ruling my actions, for you are my
benevolent tyrant. Guiding me anywhere, like the light of my northern star… echoing
deep in the core that is me! Creating me, and multiplying me with oblivion at
the same time… I’m thrilled in exaltation, for the hunt is always on;)
And
yet again, I only come to realize… that one and one is always one!
There
I substantially exist… what is love, if not you!
